After about 45 minutes outside, I felt like a thin sheet of ice, too. So, I slipped into my favorite spot on the mall, The National Gallery of Art (that's the eastern hall below). I could barely move my mouth to say hello-how-are-you to the guards as they searched my bag.
I stumbled to my favorite room (the one with the Van Goughs) and sat on the couch there until I thawed out. Quite the wonderful way to warm up, staring at a wall of brilliant brush strokes (below).
After I could move my fingers and toes again, I spent about an hour soaking in art and warmth before I braved the walk back to where I parked. It was a grand morning, but I must admit the cold really zapped me. I'm tired--and I'm not envying the folks who'll be on the Mall next Tuesday so much anymore, heh.